Someone had to get the gigantor squid outbreak under control, and Coulson was onto something. Bobbi nodded appreciatively and pointed, collecting her thoughts very seriously and buying time with a drawn out, "Or..." Leaning forward in her seat again, she proposed, "A freak show." It was airtight, Bobbi thought, and drained her glass to slam it down with finality. There was an argument coming, though, she could feel it, and held a hand up to stop Coulson before he went all serious and dream-crushing on her. "We could round it out with the Director's freaky eye and Sitwell," she insisted, curling a finger in front of her face like she'd pop her own eye out. "It could be...Bob and Phil's," she announced, only without the energy she'd had leading up to it. All right, that didn't work so well. "That sounds like a better restaurant," she allowed.